"We're here!"
Jesse's voice shattered the tension between me and Anna.
The girl had put her pants back on and was sitting to the side, sneaking glances at me.
When we arrived at the parking lot, Anna and I got out first while Jesse looked for a parking spot.
"Give me your social media account."
I used a commanding tone directly.
Given what just happened, Anna felt a mix of fear and curiosity towards me, and my oral act made her feel some inexplicable affection.
A bit like Stockholm syndrome. She was somewhat like Stella. The female cop had fallen in love with spanking because of her strict stepfather.
"What do you want? FACEBOOK or WhatsApp?"
"WhatsApp."
Anna took out her phone and exchanged accounts with me, a slight thrill in her heart.
[I will make you fall for me, I swear!]
This spoiled child still remembered what I said, but I wasn't interested in her.
Looking at the prompt, I wanted to laugh. Sometimes a sophisticated hunter appears as the prey!
Anna thought of me as prey, but in fact, I was the hunter.
The place where Helen worked was a famous beauty diner in Dade County, also a bikini fast food restaurant.
The waitresses inside were all young, beautiful girls with hot bodies, wearing bikinis on top and shorts, skirts, or other on the bottom.
There were quite a few such restaurants in the United States. Although some people disliked the environment and didn't want to bring their kids there, girls were still keen to work there.
Because the tips were quite good, and they earned a decent income.
My sister Helen supported us by working here.
Watching Jesse excitedly rush into the restaurant, my heartbeat quickened. I didn't know how to face Helen. If she knew I dropped out of school to join a gang, following in our father's footsteps, she would definitely be devastated. I didn't want to see her cry again.
Taking a deep breath, I stepped into this familiar restaurant.
Black dining tables, minimalist design, with floor-to-ceiling glass at the entrance displaying the bikini-clad waitresses bustling inside.
By the bar sat circular high stools, and the cashier was also wearing a sizzling bikini.
Only the kitchen had men, of course, along with that lecherous, fat manager.
Standing at the entrance, I noticed a familiar figure.
Black denim skirt, slender waist, white skin, with golden wavy hair, a V-shaped face, tall figure, and Helen in high heels was almost my height. Her raised, full hips, white bikini, and round, full bust with a deep cleavage created a perfect curve. Back in high school, Helen was the most beautiful girl in school.
Just standing there, she caught the attention of many men.
Beautiful, kind, strong.
But whenever strength was mentioned, my heart ached because when you're strong, the world must have been cruel, and that's when you learn to be strong.
"Helen! Are you free after work?"
A man in a police uniform was talking to Helen.
"Sorry, I have to head home early tonight."
"When will you be free? I've asked you out so many times."
"Sorry, I still have to make dinner for Jesse."
"You don't have to work so hard. I am willing to help you, to take care of you."
"Wow, Grek, you are a brave young man."
A group of people shouted.
"Say yes, say yes."
Helen just smiled, "Are you going to pay?"
"Wow, Grek is drinking again tonight."
The cop laughed carelessly, "I'll wait for you, always."
Watching the two, I felt a mix of pain and joy inside.
I was happy Helen turned him down. In my heart, no one was worthy of her, maybe I just didn't want her to get married.
I was such a bastard; my own life was a mess, yet I had these thoughts.
"Hey Kenny, you little punk!"
An arm locked around my neck, and there was a fragrance behind me.
Her chest pressed against my back, bouncy and large.
"Let go."
"No, guess who I am?"
"With a chest this big, Mia."
"You jerk, how did you know?"
"Because you've always been like this since we were kids. I'm too familiar with your chest."
"You guy, long time no see, brother."
I turned around to see a pretty beauty.
Golden long hair thrown to one side, thick eyebrows, brown eyes, fair skin with a hint of tan, showing she stayed in the sun a lot.
Massive breasts, wearing a military style yellow bikini, underneath she had army training pants. She looked quite bold.
With plump lips pouted, her signature American sweetheart face made me stare a second longer.
"I heard you enlisted?"
"Yes, my sister Mira and I both enlisted. Our father died from drinking in the park."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
"It's alright, welcome back, I just got back half a year ago, from the Middle East."
"You were stationed?"
"Uh-huh." Mia proudly looked at me, sticking out her chest, revealing her arm tattoo, "Semper Fidelis."
"Are you a Marine?"
Mia pointed to an empty spot in the corner, "Wanna have a meal?"
"Yes!"
Mia led Anna and me to the corner, took out a notebook, "I'm with the 11th Expeditionary Force."
"Special Forces? There aren't any female front-line combatants, especially someone as beautiful as you." I exclaimed as soon as I sat down; I never expected my childhood friend to join the Special Forces.
"In charge of logistics support, sometimes a drone operator."
"So not a combatant."
"Stupid boy, are you underestimating me?"
"And Mira?"
Mia suddenly laughed, putting a hand on the table, tilting her head to look at me, "You mean the timid girl who always followed you around, treating you like a prince?"
"That was your sister."
"Alright, she's an excellent sniper, still in Israel."
"Combatant?" I became uneasy.
"No, she's a training instructor, training female snipers in Israel."
"She's amazing." I marveled, never imagining the astonishing changes in my childhood pals; I always thought these sisters would become stars, their American sweetheart looks making them very popular.
"Yes, she's amazing, but the situation in the Middle East isn't good right now; she'll be back home soon. Do you want her to retire?"
"Retire?"
Mia punched me hard, "When she heard you went to college, Mira cried. She'd love to marry you if you'd like. We sisters always said we'd both be your wives since we were kids, but you jerked away without a word, leaving us in the dark. Are we still brothers?"
"I thought it was a childhood joke. I've always seen you as my best friends; you're my brother."
"Okay, buddy! What do you want to eat? Helen is unavailable right now!"
Listening to our conversation, Anna curiously watched, while Mia was lively; her sister Mira was the opposite, gentle and timid. It was clear to see this bikini-clad girl was very familiar with me and said whatever she wanted.
"Arepas corn cakes, stone crab claws, ceviche, Cuban sandwiches, cheesecake guava ice cream, plus scallop and lobster rolls!" Anna expertly ordered, then glanced at me, "I said I'm treating. Oh, and I need six portions of Wellington steak, puff pastry, three for dine-in, three to-go!"
"Wow!" Mia quickly noted it down. At the fast-food joint, corn cakes and sandwich burgers were more common, but the others were rare, especially lobster rolls, which weren't cheap.
Mia leaned on my shoulder, wrapped her arm around my neck, lowering her voice.
"Your girl? Nice! Planning to marry into a wealthy family, are we?"
"Get lost, Anna is Jesse's classmate."
"Wow, you're even after your sister's bestie? You weren't like this before; with beauties like me, you never thought of screwing me!"
"And you? How many handsome soldiers have you screwed? I know there's a high pregnancy rate among military women."
"Get lost, any bastard who dares touch me, I'll bust their balls."
"So how do you handle it?"
"Guess!" Mia playfully raised her eyebrows and licked her lips, seeming to enjoy the topic.
"Got it, I know the military has a high rate of lesbianism; do you have a girlfriend?"
"You're still the same, bastard! I even doubt you're gay. Why don't you feel attracted to me? Just because we're bros? You surely aren't a man!"
"You're my lifelong friend, my brother." I was embarrassed, always treating them as my best friends since we were kids.
Mia stood up, extending both middle fingers towards me, "Fuck you, Kenny!"
I placed a hundred-dollar tip on the table; Mia picked up the money and glanced at Helen. She bent close to my ear, "I'm going to place the order. By the way, if you want to screw me now, it'll make me feel awful; we're brothers. I can only give you a blowjob; I heard you don't have a girlfriend. If you need relief, I can suck your dick."
"Fuck you, Mia!" You're my best buddy, and you want to suck my dick?
Helen was also looking at me at that moment, standing quietly.
Jesse was saying something to her, and I could see Helen's eyelid twitch, wiping the corner of her eye, she cried; I didn't know if she was happy or hurt!
"Helen? Are you slacking off? Do you want your salary docked?"
A fat guy walked out from the back kitchen, a guy I'd never forget, Jonathan.
The middle-aged fat guy who wanted Helen to blow him in exchange for an advance on her wages, Helen just wanted to pay for my college expenses; she was only nineteen, why did she have to endure this?
"This bastard always hassles Helen?"
"Mm-hmm!" Mia clapped my shoulder, "Don't worry; I've been looking after Helen since I got back. If that guy tries anything bad, I'll crush his balls, but he always gives Helen a hard time. Helen is pretty, and with her nice personality, it's easy for people to bully her.
The fat guy had several girls blow him over the years, including a college student.
Once, he left Helen to clean the kitchen, trying to assault her, but your brother Johnny happened to pick Helen up, and Johnny got into trouble, injuring the fat guy. Afterward, I helped Johnny enlist. Don't be disappointed in Johnny, he's just a kid."
"I am disappointed."
"WHAT?" Mia looked at me, puzzled.
"Johnny should have broken that pig's arm, so he couldn't touch those girls' butts anymore."
Anna's heart raced as she looked at me, drawn to my assertiveness.
"Wow! You're still the same as ever." Mia patted my shoulder, "Alright, I have to get to work."
"Jonathan's office is still in the same place?" I stood up, looking toward the direction of the kitchen.
"What are you going to do?"
"Do what a man should do!"
"Fuck!" Mia grabbed me, "Are you crazy? There are lots of cops here."
"SO WHAT?" I pushed Mia away and walked towards the back kitchen.
"God. Don't cause trouble!"
"I just want Jonathan to remember the sweet times he had with me."
Seeing my smile, Mia knew I was angry; the more I smiled, the angrier I was.
"You just got back, and you want Helen to worry about you?"
"Don't stop me, and don't interfere. This is what I should do; they're my family, and for them, I can go against the world! I can fall into darkness for them, make deals with the devil for them.
Since Jonathan forgot about me, I'll remind him with blood and fire."
"Fuck, Kenny, don't do this!"
"Today, even God can't protect him."